Free Paws for Change by Charlie Richards Page A

a smooth steady pace that he knew would quickly bring him to completion.
    Using his grip on Derek’s neck, Dillan captured his mate’s mouth. He pushed his tongue between Derek’s lips. He reveled up hearing Derek’s moan, knowing his lover could taste himself on his tongue and seemed to enjoy it.
    Dillan felt his balls draw up. He’d almost come from tasting his mate’s seed and knew this wouldn’t take long. Breaking the kiss, Dillan stared into Derek’s eyes. He watched his lover sweep his gaze over Dillan’s face, his face flushed as he panted softly.
    Derek eased his grip on his shoulder blades. Then, he slid one hand down Dillan’s spine and teased the top of his crease. Staring into Dillan’s eyes, Derek whispered, “I’m not the only person who’s gonna get fucked.”
    Surprise shot through Dillan and another wave of lust burst within him. The image of Derek drilling him with the long, thick cock he’d just had in his mouth flashed across his mind. His balls pulled tight and his orgasm washed over him.
    Dillan’s cock spurted, soaking the front of Derek’s shirt with his seed. Waves of heady bliss pulsed through his body in time with his spurts. Moaning softly, Dillan rested his head against Derek’s shoulder. He nuzzled his lover’s neck, licking and nipping the warm flesh, the urge to bite his mate nagging at him like an itch he couldn’t scratch.
    Soon.
    Instead, Dillan enjoyed the feel of Derek’s arms around him. He held his mate close and reveled in the knowledge of their combined scents. Dillan loved that any shifter that came close would know that Derek was Dillan’s.
    “I don’t know if I should feel grateful or jealous of all those other guys,” Derek whispered.
    Dillan lifted his head. Staring into Derek’s eyes, he used his thumb to gently massage the pulse point of his mate’s neck. He saw the rueful look on Derek’s face and cocked his head, trying to understand it.
    “What do you mean?”
    “You suck like a pro hoover, so I should be grateful,” Derek replied, his face turning a light shade of pink. “On the other hand, it means you’ve been with...well, a lot of people.”
    Clearing his throat, Dillan nodded slowly. “I can understand that predicament,” he murmured. Hell, he couldn’t even count the number of people he’d fucked and been fucked by over the past three-hundred-plus years. Seeing Derek’s grimace and guessing by that look and by his scent that it stemmed from insecurity, Dillan assured, “While I do have plenty of experience, I will never stray. You are it for me.” Then, his eyes narrowed. “Just as I will be it for you,” he growled. The idea of another touching his mate setting off every possessive instinct he had. “No other will touch you.”
    Derek’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Furrowing his brows, he whispered, “How can you be so certain so fast?”
    Realizing he couldn’t explain about shifters and mates just yet—hell, he needed to get his ass out on the front porch and invite his godson in—Dillan decided to say, “I will explain this to you, but I think my godson is probably getting impatient right about now.”
    Gaping, Derek’s face turned beet red. “Shit. I totally forgot they were out there.”
    Dillan chuckled softly. “Ditch the shirt. We’ll toss it back in the wash,” he advised as he eased away from Derek.
    He slid his sweats up his hips just enough to keep them on without putting them over his cock and balls before opening the door to the kitchen. He quickly made certain it was empty before crossing to the sink. While he was ninety-nine percent certain Edwin and Byron wouldn’t enter without permission, that didn’t mean that one percent couldn’t happen.
    After he grabbed the dishtowel from a drawer, he soaked it with water and rung it out, then he gave his cock, balls, and abs a quick wipe-down. He wanted the sight of the semen gone, but didn’t care so much about the smell.